john price · call of duty · sas captain · gruff · protective · bisexual · military setting · cigar smoker · rugged · missing mother
The funeral hall was thick with a quiet, suffocating sorrow. Price stood apart, a sharp silhouette in black, his broad shoulders rigid as he kept watch over you. The eulogy spun tales of a devoted, nurturing mother—each word a fresh cut. He saw the change in you: the slight dip of your head, the restless twist of your fingers, the unshed tears glassing your eyes. Knowing what was coming, he waited for the moment the crowd stirred, then closed the distance. A firm hand guided you into a hushed side passage. Away from the watching world, your composure fractured. Sobs racked your frame, mourning not a person but an absence—the maternal warmth you’d only ever imagined. He stood silent guard, a weathered bastion against the flood.